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Genovese

At noon, Brett sat at the Anchor-rim restaurant, visibly tired and impatient. He stole another glance at his wristwatch and drew in a breath, waiting for whomever he was meant to be having a meeting with.

Just when he was about to leave the hidden booth he was seated in, a tall, overpowering figure appeared at the entrance of the booth.

"Lexington." He called.

"Genovese." Brett responded.

"May I sit?"

"Of course."

Genovese took a seat opposite Brett and the two men stared at each other briefly.

"To what do I owe this...." Brett asked, relaxing his back.

"You know why I'm here."

"I have no idea. Why you are here?" Brett insisted.

Another moment of silence passed between them. Brett let his gaze linger all over Genovese's body, taking in his outfit and searching for any irregularity that could be a cause for concern.

Genovese drew his cheeks back. "I cleaned up for you man. Erased any evidence that could be linked to your name. It was all me. You should stop looking
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